Chapter 16

"Dr. Bitman!"

"Oh, dear Miss Roster, welcome."

Ada's full name is Ada Roster.

The psychological clinic in this small town in Pennsylvania seemed to be doing quite well. As they entered, a middle-aged man walked out.

"My father has depression, so he often comes here for treatment. Although I haven't tried it myself, my father says it's good," Ada smiled and told Katherine.

"I'm looking forward to it."

Katherine smiled.

Ada seemed to be quite familiar with Dr. Bitman. She walked over and told him about Katherine's feeling of being troubled.

Then, Dr. Bitman asked Katherine a few questions and nodded.

"Alright, that room over there is the treatment room. Please wait there, I'll write a report for you."

Katherine walked into the back room, while Ada moved to a side corridor. The design of the clinic was a bit peculiar; the corridor was a dead end with two stools, and Ada sat on one of them.

There have been multiple incidents in the United States where female patients were forcibly subjected to sexual acts by doctors, but since Ada was sitting right outside the window, Katherine wasn't worried.

Moreover, although Dr. Bitman wasn't particularly handsome, he seemed very reserved, not the type to do such things.

There were two beds in the room.

One seemed to be for gynecological examinations, while the other was a comfortable soft bed.

"You're receiving hypnosis for the first time... come, lie down here."

Dr. Bitman tidied up the soft bed, and Katherine lay down.

Dr. Bitman turned on a timer, and the clock ticked away with a "tick-tock" sound.

"Relax..."

He smiled at Katherine.

"Alright, look at me. You feel very sleepy now..."

Following Dr. Bitman's guidance, Katherine gradually relaxed.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions."

"Um..."

Katherine seemed drowsy. She saw a field, or perhaps she was floating in the sea, but it also felt like she was soaring in the sky...

At this moment, Dr. Bitman's originally reserved eyes became sharp, or rather, lecherous.

"You feel very tight in your chest now..."

"Then, you want to take off all your clothes."

"Put your hands on your chest, and now answer my questions..."

"How does it feel to masturbate? Do you like it?"

"It's not bad, but I don't really like it because I feel irritable for the whole day afterward."

Dr. Bitman was taken aback.

What language is this?

Answer: It's Chinese.

But unfortunately, he couldn't understand it.

However, Dr. Bitman seemed to be an experienced hand and was ready to continue.

"Relax, now, you want to do the thing that makes you feel the happiest, which is to masturbate."

Katherine gradually pulled up her skirt, and Dr. Bitman eagerly started to undo his belt.

Just then, he suddenly saw a police officer at the door, talking to Ada.

Damn! I forgot to pay my taxes!

The IRS is the most ruthless organization in the United States—no exceptions.

Even the strategists of President Obama (Bama) had two of their members fall into their hands. Back in the 1920s, the United States was in chaos, and it was the IRS that caught the gangster boss, a person even the FBI found difficult to handle.

Dr. Bitman quietly walked to the door and opened it.

"Sir..." He smiled gently at the officer.

"Are you Mr. Bitman?"

Ada watched from the side, and Dr. Bitman was sweating profusely. However, he managed to temporarily fend off the officer.

Meanwhile, Katherine had already pulled her underwear to the side and began her first self-relief.

But her mind was not there; instead, she recalled the erotic action movies and erotic thrillers she had seen, with countless actions merging with her hand...

"Heaven..."

She seemed to see it.

And just as Dr. Bitman opened the door, Katherine's fingers also came out.

"Damn..."

Dr. Bitman checked the time; it was almost over.

"Alright... now, you feel refreshed... when I count to 10, you will feel energetic..."

Katherine gradually woke up, feeling her mind incredibly clear, a feeling more pleasurable than anything else.

"Alright, how do you feel?"

"A bit... refreshed."

Her whole body felt like it was floating.

When they walked out, Ada immediately came up to them.

"Was it okay?"

"It seems to have felt quite good."

She felt as if her whole body had become lighter, and it was a great feeling.

"I'm sorry, but there was an unexpected incident during the session, so the treatment wasn't effective. I'll waive the fee for you."

Dr. Bitman smiled kindly at them and handed them a business card.

"This is my card. Feel free to come back, and I can give you a 50% discount."

"Thank you." Katherine took the card.

"Alright, we should go."

Katherine turned to look at Ada and noticed that the glass in the window, which was transparent from the inside, had turned into a mirror from the outside.

"So, they had one-way mirrors back then..."

Katherine nodded thoughtfully.

They quickly left, and Dr. Bitman looked at the ticket in his hand with frustration.

"Feeling less troubled?"

"Yes."

Katherine's face seemed a bit red, as if she suspected she had wet her pants.

"Maybe we can come back next time. You know, Dr. Bitman had a rather funny incident just now..."

Ada told her about the IRS agent.

In the United States, no one fears the government or the police, but the IRS is a different story. Many people grind their teeth in hatred when they mention the IRS. The United States is a "nation of taxes," and IRS agents are tall, well-trained, and equipped with weapons not inferior to professional police.

The IRS's obsession with tax collection has reached a horrifying level. For example, a Japanese immigrant dentist named Murata was investigated for tax evasion. The IRS spent over a month recording the license plate numbers of patients' cars, finding the patients, and copying their payment receipts. It turned out that many poor people, to save money, had paid Murata about 10% less for their treatments, and if they paid in cash, he didn't give them a receipt.

In the end, the dentist was found guilty of nine charges, including tax evasion, fraud, hiding evidence, and forging documents. He was sentenced to three years in prison, fined $24 million for the taxes he evaded, and ordered to pay an additional $5 million in back taxes, with no possibility of bail.

In short, it's an organization that will go to any lengths to collect taxes.

Katherine had silently made a decision here.

No matter what, one must not offend the IRS. Taxes that should be paid cannot be spared...

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